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Album Review: Taylor Locke – Time Stands Still

By on Tuesday, 24th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

Taylor Locke Time Stands Still coverLos Angeles native and former Rooney lead guitarist Taylor Locke’s first solo album ‘Time Stands Still’ finds Locke somewhat at odds with his newly-appointed singer/songwriter status. After spending 10 years with Rooney and two more with his side project Taylor Locke and the Roughs, he is a bit uncomfortable working outside the context of a band, as he explains in the press release for ‘Time Stands Still’: “I think the term ‘singer/songwriter’ sadly evokes a white guy in a coffee shop strumming a fucking G-chord all day. I think this record sounds more like a band record…the band just takes occasional smoke breaks.”

True to Locke’s description, the album alternates between sparsely arranged acoustic ballads and the West Coast guitar rock sound of acts like Jackson Browne or Dawes. In fact, as I listened to ‘Time Stands Still’, I was strongly reminded of Dawes, particularly by the similarity between Locke’s singing voice and that of Dawes frontman Taylor Goldsmith. While not one of my favorite bands, Dawes do have their moments of brilliance, and so it is with Taylor Locke as well.

One of those brilliant moments is the opening track to ‘Time Stands Still’, ‘Burbank Woman’. It’s another one in a long and timeworn list of songs about the contradictions of the feminine mystique, but its lyrics manage to sidestep the usual clichés, as in the chorus: “she knew something that she didn’t say / deep in her heart there was a valley and no freeway to get there / never mind the miles of my persistence / she was gonna keep me at a distance”.

Unfortunately, those clichés catch up with Locke before the album progresses much further. Second track ‘The Game’ is an extended gambling metaphor, using stale poker jargon to describe a turbulent romance. Trite lyrics also plague the album’s first single ‘Running Away From Love’, whose bland musical arrangement and backing vocals would make qualify it as perfect material for the muzak in a department store.

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But just when it seems like the album has taken a nosedive into the banal, Locke comes charging back with a groovy mix of guitar and synths behind the catchy chorus to ‘So Long’. Even better is the current single ‘Call Me Kuchu’, where Locke finds a rougher vocal tone to match the crunchy guitars and gritty lyrics. The call and response between voices in the chorus creates a haunting echo that lingers long after the song is over.

The second half of the album leans more heavily on Locke’s singer/songwriter abilities, and the lyrics to title track ‘Time Stands Still’ undoubtedly refer to his new venture: “it’s late in the game for fanning the flame / the wind is gonna blow out anyway / walk off the stage, turn a new page / call it what you will, time stands still”. Those words became even more meaningful recently, with the passing of the track’s co-writer Kim Fowley. Locke describes Fowley as the “Rock ‘n Roll Grandpa” who talked him into making a solo album in the first place: “The song reveals his sensitive, introspective side, that I count myself among the lucky few to have known.” With that possibly in mind, Locke allows his unadorned vocal line to take center stage over the vaguely gospel harmonies in the keyboards, which are delicately decorated by acoustic guitar and ringing percussion.

Taking a slightly different direction, ‘The Art of Moving On’ is once again purely in the singer/songwriter vein, but its cynical lyrics are contradicted by the forward momentum of the acoustic guitar melody. The finger-picked acoustic guitar rhythms and minor key harmonies in final track ‘No Dice’ are surprisingly reminiscent of Spanish art song, ending the album on a pleasantly unexpected note of newly piqued interest.

Ultimately, the singer/songwriter tracks on ‘Time Stands Still’ suffer slightly from Locke’s vocal delivery, which unfortunately isn’t one of the album’s strongest features. His singing works best in the bolder electric guitar arrangements, where the instrumental colour can take precedence over the vocals. Still, for an initial foray into solo performing, Taylor Locke has made a solid effort here, and one worth building upon.


Taylor Locke’s solo debut album ‘Time Stands Still’ is out now on Lojinx Records. Click here for a free download of its title track.


(SXSW 2015 flavoured!) Album Review: Rathborne – SOFT

By on Friday, 20th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

Rathborne SOFT coverThough only in his early twenties, American singer/songwriter Luke Rathborne already has a full career’s worth of experience under his belt. Born in Brunswick, Maine, Rathborne started learning the guitar at age 12, when a stranger passing through his hometown left the instrument at his house. He is also a self-taught record producer and engineer, having recorded his first album ‘After Dark’ at age 16 after sneaking into his local college recording studio after hours and learning to use the equipment. The album was self-released in 2009 and garnered enough interest from the music industry to prompt Rathborne to relocate to New York, where he is currently based. He first made waves in the UK back in 2011, when his double EP ‘Dog Years/I Can Be One’ attracted the attention of BBC 6 Music presenter Lauren Laverne.

Rathborne’s current project is a new full-length LP titled ‘SOFT’, recorded under the eponymous full band moniker Rathborne. The band Rathborne features Darren Will on bass in addition to the guitar and songwriting talents of Luke Rathborne himself. ‘SOFT’ was produced by Rathborne and Emery Dobyns (Battles, Patti Smith), with co-production by The Strokes’ Albert Hammond, Jr. and Gus Oberg, and was released in America in 2013.

This week’s UK release of ‘SOFT’ was preceded by the release of its catchy first single, ‘Last Forgiven’, back in December. You might have heard its lively rhythms on BBC Radio 1 even before that; it premiered in July 2014 as Zane Lowe’s “Next Hype”. The kitschy retro-’80s vibe of its accompanying video is at once infectiously energetic and painstakingly nonchalant.

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‘Last Forgiven’ is a fair representation of ‘SOFT’ as a whole, capturing Rathborne’s singer/songwriter-meets-punk-band combination of musical energy and lyrical power. The track’s lo-fi production quality keeps the bouncy tempo and propulsive rhythm from overwhelming Rathborne’s air of mild ennui with its own eager ambition in the repeated lines “you gotta take that number, take that shot”. The lyrical phrases are concise and direct, making their impact by virtue of punchy rhythms and Luke Rathborne’s deliberately blasé vocal tone.

The album opens with the hard-edged, heavily-distorted electric guitars of innuendo-laced title track ‘Soft’, and while that sound reappears periodically throughout, the predominant musical characteristic of the album is its strong bass presence. Rathborne make use of the bass as a foundation for their variety of sonic moods, including the R.E.M.-style jangly guitar sound of ‘I’m So Tired’ and the sparsely arranged power chords of ’80s retro track ‘Eno’.

Luke Rathborne takes a ‘Little Moment’ midway through the album to show off his singer/songwriter chops in a softer guitar arrangement, accompanied by the gentle lilt of female backing vocals. But the album’s real standout songs come after this point in the tracklisting. ‘Wanna Be You’ is immediately reminiscent of the Ramones, with its perverse opening lyric “Saw you in a magazine / wanna be you / I don’t care about the way it seems / I wanna be you”, while the bluesier sound of ‘Deal’ is more like Lou Reed, whose band The Velvet Underground is counted among Rathborne’s stated musical influences.

Final track ‘So Long NYC’ is written as a farewell to the city, but also to a romantic relationship, as Luke Rathborne explains in the press release for ‘SOFT’: “I felt like love had imploded. There was no place for me to be anymore. That’s a strange thing to feel when you’re 23. Like everything had gotten out of control. I ran out of money. I ran out of time.” Rathborne expresses those complicated emotions at the end of the album in its lengthiest and most musically expansive track, with a heart-palpitating tempo and multiple instrumental layers gradually building over the heavy bass pulse.

The sheer variety of musical elements on ‘SOFT’ might at first seem to be a bit all over the shop, but the album comes together as a cohesive unit in the end, with Luke Rathborne’s inner troubadour finding a home in the punk rock ethos he and his bandmates have worked together to create.


‘SOFT’ is out now on Luke Rathborne’s record label True Believer. Rathborne and his band are scheduled to appear at SXSW 2015 next month in Austin, Texas.


Album Review: The Unthanks – Mount the Air

By on Thursday, 19th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

A journey through The Unthanks’ back catalogue reveals work of steadily increasing maturity, and that process continues on ‘Mount the Air’, their eighth studio album. Those patiently wishing for the end of the 4-year hiatus since ‘Last’ will surely not think their wait has been in vain, for this is a truly groundbreaking record. For the first time, all five core members are involved in the writing process: astonishingly, it’s the first time the eponymous sisters have contributed to the penning of the music they portray with such sincere emotion. On a practical level, the record was self-recorded and self-released, a brave step which speaks of the confidence the group have in it. Well-placed confidence, as it turns out.

A treatise could be written about the 10-minute title track alone. A big-band folk-jazz epic, ‘Mount the Air’ is a fairytale dream of love, of shedding the restrictions of the human form in a search for one’s soul mate. It almost goes without saying that the level of musicianship is superb: there’s a piercing trumpet part throughout, various bowed and blown ensembles… and then we get to the voices. Becky Unthank is first, her dusky voice at once humble yet passionate; Rachel has a clearer, more conventional, tone, and takes the second verse. Both different, distinctive, neither superior to the other. Either could be the voice of God’s wife – or indeed God herself. Perhaps it’s too much to say that, like looking at the infinite expanse of stars in a clear night sky, one can almost perceive in their voices the meaning of the Universe. But there’s certainly something elemental going on here, which transcends notes on a page or bits on a disc.

‘Madam’ is a touching courtship which switches imperceptibly between male and female perspectives, judging neither but exposing their distinctive frailties, desires and fears. There’s a dramatic crescendo of brass, hinting of their collaboration with the Brighouse and Rastrick band, which vies with Niopha Keegan’s violin for emotional impact.

‘Died for Love’ concludes the opening act with a companion-piece to ‘Madam’; this time death rears its ugly head, this time as the corollary, an uneasy bedfellow to love. Before I go any further, listeners of a tender disposition should be warned: these are powerful songs, overflowing with a deep emotion rarely confronted in our daily, shallow lives. One’s own emotional response cannot be accurately predicted, but when listening to The Unthanks’ music one should always be prepared for tears. And so it is on ‘Died for Love’. Quite apart from the unbearably sad narrative, the string-laden denouement is quite spectacular.

‘Flutter’ gives welcome respite. Featuring an original lyric and melody from Becky Unthank, there are clear hints of Portishead’s electric piano and syncopated drum work, and a lightness of touch that explains its popularity on the radio. It’s a welcome respite from the emotional content of the rest of the album, and a helpful introduction to the band’s work for beginners.

Continuing the bird-related themes, ‘Magpie’ is a sparse reading of Dave Dodds’ enduring traditional tale of the eponymous egg-stealer; the fact that it’s an oblique North-East sporting reference presumably doesn’t do any harm. The expansion of the well-known “one for sorrow” refrain into a proper song performed by a trio of two Unthanks and Keegan is a minimalist triumph.

Up next is the album’s other epic, ‘Foundling’. Adrian McNally was commissioned by Thomas Coram’s Foundling Hospital in London a couple of years before, but put it off due to time pressures, presumably due to the arrival of children. Which makes the content of this mournful waltz even more touching. The recurrent theme of delicate trumpet is present, to lift what is another 10 minutes of heart-rending folk storytelling. It segues into ‘Last Lullaby’, which appropriates a verse from The Beatles’ ‘Golden Slumbers’, then adds more lyrics which could easily have been part of the original. Lennon and McCartney surely get a writing credit here.

The Unthanks surely deserve to be considered one of the most important acts of the crossover folk scene. Their work is deeply rooted in English folk, but is simultaneously accessible to a broad audience. And a good thing too, as this collection demonstrates, this is some of the most beautiful and touching music being made today. Evoking pathos through their deeply touching storytelling, there’s more tightly-packed emotion here than many artists manage in a career. As a writer based in the North East I’m surely biased, but the region, and indeed the world, are lucky to have The Unthanks to keep alive its deep traditions of folk music and stories. Long may they endure.


Now out on their own RabbleRouser Music label, ‘Mount the Air’ is the Unthanks‘ newest album. The sisters begin a new UK tour later this month, starting Saturday the 21st of February in Southampton; all the details are this way.


(SXSW 2015 flavoured!) Album Review: Public Service Broadcasting – The Race for Space

By on Tuesday, 17th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

In case you’ve been living under a rock (I mean, really?) and have no idea who or what Public Service Broadcasting are, here’s the short version of their story so far: well heeled with the humourous yet ever so English pseudonyms J. Willgoose, Esq. and Wrigglesworth (how do those strike you?), the London-based duo have been giving new life to the voice recordings from historical newsreels. Their well-received 2012 EP ‘The War Room’ was followed a year later with their first album, 2013’s ‘Inform – Educate – Entertain’, which gives three verbs that accurately describe the pair’s efforts. With both releases, they were able to successfully dust off heroic tales and bloaty, floaty propanganda alike, adding to them both traditional and electronic instrumentation to produce something entirely fresh and inventive. And you have to give it to them: who would ever pair a public service announcement with a banjo and make it catchy?

On their debut LP, the subject matter Public Service Broadcasting chose to reinvent was all over the place: among other topics, their tunes paid respect to the British-made fighter jet ‘Spitfire’, the advent of colour television in ‘ROYGBIV’ and the human triumph of climbing a treacherous behemoth of a mountain in ‘Everest’. In 2015, the well-appointed men in tweed waistcoats are wearing tweed no longer. Now donning full body astronaut suits, ‘The Race for Space’ is, unequivocally, a collection of paeans to the heroics and glory but also sometimes sadness and crushing defeat that has accompanied key events in the storied history of manned spaceflight. The journey begins on a solemn but inspirational note as the words of then American President of the United States John F. Kennedy, talking about the potential future of spaceflight in September 1962, are accompanied by an angelic chorus.

‘Gagarin’, receiving its first radio play in November on Radcliffe and Maconie’s BBC 6music programme, is of course named in honour of and for Yuri Gagarin, the first Russian astronaut who successfully travelled in outer space the spring of 1961. The song for him is suitably grand, with an anticipatory drum roll flourish to begin. The single follows ‘Spitfire’ in fine fashion, being its louder, wilder brother: bright horns continuing throughout as if a nod to ’70s powerhouses like Chicago, but with an irresistible funky rhythm described as “Afrobeat-with-balalaikas tribute” sure to get some tail feathers in the air at festivals this year.

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‘Sputnik’ is more atmospheric, showing remarkable restraint with a gently pulsating synth line, like a more moderate ‘Pump Up the Volume’, and chords to reflect the hopefulness yet mystery of the future of spaceflight, with the first rocket of this series having been launched 4 years prior to Gagarin’s achievement. The first woman in space, Russia’s ‘Valentina’ Tereshkova, is also honoured with a Sigur Ros-influenced song of her own. While the song is notable for the absence of obvious archival recordings, it fittingly features beautiful guest vocals from the also female Smoke Fairies. The accomplishment of ‘E.V.A.’, or extravehicular activity, also gets a nod, as does the Apollo 8 mission that saw American astronauts to see the far side of the moon, as well as that now famous shot of Earth rise. Both of these are rhythmically interesting and different, with the former sounding like it could have been an outtake from ‘Inform – Educate – Entertain’.

Public Service Broadcasting would have been remiss if they did not include in this cataloguing of our endeavours to boldly go where no man has gone before a tragic moment in its history. ‘Fire in the Cockpit’ chronicles the Apollo 1 training disaster in 1967 that killed three American astronauts, and PSB pays tribute to the fallen heroes with a sombre but remarkably not heavy-handed string underscore. It’s then left to the glory of the Apollo 11 (‘Go!’) and 17 (‘Tomorrow’) missions to close out the album on two upbeat, inspiring notes. It may seem a bit strange for them to have ended here, as if the Race to Space became frozen in time from 7 December 1972, when the last manned Moon landing took place.

As a child of a NASA scientist, I reckon perhaps Public Service Broadcasting made a good choice of when to terminate their walk down memory lane. I didn’t realise until I looked it up to confirm that it’s been over 3 years since the American Space Shuttle programmed ended. Going into outer space had once been an impossible and fanciful notion. And then it was made possible. All of the risks, all of the triumphs, all of the aeronautics and aerospace research undertaken by these pioneers of our past: these are things we don’t acknowledge often enough in our daily lives. While ‘The Race for Space’ focuses primarily on the most prominent and overwhelmingly positive moments of the space age, it’s an engaging listen as well as a moving tribute. I’m sure it’s getting a thumbs-up from my dad up in heaven.


‘The Race for Space’, Public Service Broadcasting‘s sophomore album, will be released next Tuesday, the 23rd of February, on Test Card Recordings. As to not be biased towards either the Americans or the Russians, PSB has designed special packaging that will allow purchasers to choose between a vinyl gatefold sleeve with either USA or CCCP insignia. The band are scheduled to showcase next month in Austin, Texas, at SXSW 2015, then tour the UK and Ireland in April and May.


(SXSW 2015 flavoured!) Album Review: Carl Barat and the Jackals – Let It Reign

By on Monday, 16th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

While a fan of Carl Barat‘s last band Dirty Pretty Things in the mid-Noughties, I wrote a poem called ‘Ditching the Shadow’ that expressed my frustration I had for him and Dirty Pretty Things’s music being compared constantly to his legendary partnership with Pete Doherty and the Libertines magic. Inevitably, the same will happen with ‘Let It Reign’, the debut album from his new project Carl Barat and the Jackals. But thanks to the recent promise of a Libertines reunion on record, this time around the musical effort will be seen as potential foreshadowing of the next chapter of the Libs.

After Dirty Pretty Things disbanded in late 2008, Barat focused his energies on a debut solo album, which was met with mixed reviews and confused fans. For Libs and DPT purists, Barat’s latest effort will come as a great relief as a return to form. It’s short – merely 35 minutes and a bit – and on the whole, it manages to be both ballsy and a good swift kick up the arse, while also having moments of pop sensibility. To source his new band, Barat put up an online advert, finding Billy Tessio (guitar), Adam Claxton (bass) and Jay Bone (drums), who Barat says he’s really gelled with: “I was lucky, because I found a bunch of people who genuinely fit together as a gang”. After the tentativeness of ‘Carl Barat’ and the feeling that something was missing, the instrumentation on this new album feels tight and it’s oh so nice to hear the guitars wailing again.

Judging from first taster ‘Glory Days’, with its wonky yet mysteriously catchy rhythm, and just by reading over some of the song titles (‘Victory Gin’, ‘Summer in the Trenches’, ‘War of the Roses’), the subtext of the LP appears to be war, which seems topical given the global turmoil we’re experiencing now. However, if you know anything about the Libertines and Dirty Pretty Things, their enemies weren’t so much governments but people who were trying to tell them who and what they should be, and that theme continues in ‘Let It Reign’. Second single ‘A Storm is Coming’ is a great earworm of carpe diem; replete with la la las, it’s a big singalong.

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Barat thunders emphatically in the chorus for my choice for next single, ‘Victory Gin’, “we’re not afraid of anyone / I defy anyone to tell me that I am wrong”; the guitar chords are purposefully fuzzed and muddied for more muscle. It’s a banger. But it’s the almost whispered words in the song’s second verse, “shackled by wires, prank calls and liars / only flesh and blood is real, my love”, that come across far more powerful, as the song reveals itself to be sympathetic to the impersonality of the digital age.

Whether or not it’s true, Libs fans will want to believe ‘War of the Roses’, with its chorus “you’re the greatest friend to me / you’re the only friend to me / nobody cares for me like you do”, is the greatest PDA Carl could ever give to Pete. ‘We Want More’ is the oddball of the pack, sounding like ’80s power pop and is a reasonable success, while ‘Let It Rain’ tries to close the album on a positive note but ends up being too sleepy and forgettable.

Chances are you’re not about to pick up this album unless you like rock. But even my Carl-loving ears started to bleed listening to Barat’s yelling on ‘March of the Idle’, which, despite some softer moments, never really strays from its punishing course, and on ‘Summer in the Trenches’, which could easily have been a DPT b-side. About midway through the album, ‘Beginning to See’ is a welcome respite from the raucousness. “We’ve dirty hands, but our hearts are clean” sounds cliche but in Barat’s surprising lilt with the strumming of an acoustic guitar and even despite being alongside religious imagery (“I don’t mind people changing water to wine”), the sentiment feels genuine. If there’s one take home message of this album, it’s that ‘Let It Reign’ was written and recorded with real heart. Time will tell if the Libertines reunion will take off and be successful. But if it isn’t, it’s nice to know Barat has another band of brothers to thrash some guitars around with.


‘Let It Reign’, the debut album from Carl Barat and the Jackals, is out today on Cooking Vinyl; watch the album trailer below. The band will be touring starting in 2 weeks in Germany, followed by a North American tour beginning in March that includes a stop at SXSW 2015.

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Album Review: Marika Hackman – We Slept At Last

By on Friday, 13th February 2015 at 12:00 pm

Marika Hackman We Slept At Last coverMarika Hackman’s highly-anticipated debut album ‘We Slept At Last’ marks another mutation in the singer/songwriter’s ever-evolving folk sound. Clearly honed by her three previous EPs ‘That Iron Taste’, ‘Sugar Blind’ and ‘Deaf Heat’, the songs on ‘We Slept At Last’ are ethereally poetic and graced by sonic subtlety rather than overwrought vocals and instrumentation. While the thematic material in Hackman’s lyrics has remained largely static, particularly the pervasive imagery of washing oneself clean, her musical interpretation has grown into a naturally refined elegance that perfectly suits the timbre of her singing voice.

Hackman sings in a clear, unadulterated tone, which is both beautifully evocative and completely devoid of the odd stylistic affectations that so many female singers adopt. She has found the sweet spot between pure lyricism and emotional effectiveness, both in her declamatory spoken register and her higher, more legato vocal tones. Like Hackman’s singing voice, the songs on ‘We Slept At Last’ are nebulous and elusive, defying the confines of structure without completely losing their form. These are vague impressionistic images rather than concrete graphic shapes, but they nonetheless leave a distinct and haunting emotional imprint.

The album opens with ‘Drown’, which we have already featured in this earlier single review. Hackman’s stark, spine-chilling lyrics are accompanied by a haunting guitar line and echoing backing vocals that set the mood for the entire tracklisting. Her delicately whispered vocals on ‘Before I Sleep’ combine with lilting instrumental lines reminiscent of a lullaby, but the minor key harmony is dark and slightly ominous as Hackman intones, “I foresee this ending in a shower of flame”.

Whether or not “We Slept At Last’ is an autobiographical break-up album, the songs unambiguously echo the pain of a lost love. The slightly brighter color of ‘Ophelia’ is marked by the warmth of an acoustic guitar along with mesmerising synths and a shuffling drumbeat, yet the lyrics maintain a somber mood: “She who walks alone in life / she by herself / we are only as old as we’ve been told / and I’m not ready for the shelf”.

The stark simplicity of mid-album tracks ‘Skin’ and the tastefully concise ‘Claude’s Girl’, whose simple minor key melody and slow waltz tempo bring to mind the veiled emotion of French chanson, is contrasted by the broad dynamic intensity of current single ‘Open Wide’, which you can stream below. ‘Animal Fear’ is also immediately energetic, with a hypnotic tribal rhythm and the visceral lyrics “I can see the doubt in your eyes / I can smell the animal fear”.

The minor key harmonies and triplet subdivisions found in many of the songs do border on monotonous toward the end of the album, but Hackman’s delicate vocals and austere instrumental arrangements highlight a few interesting moments, particularly the strident percussion of ‘Undone, Undress’ and the dramatic woodwind melody in ‘Next Year’. Hackman saves her most striking poetry and some of her best singing for final track ‘Let Me In’, where she elegantly drawls the lines “grey, charcoal blue stretched across the sky this lonely night / leaves footprints in my shoes / wanders through my bed / strokes my paper face and combs my hair / speaking silent words with hands instead”.

Atmospheric and brooding, ‘We Slept At Last’ strikes a finely tuned balance between shrouded mystery and emotional density. On this remarkably sophisticated debut, Hackman has found a style that matches her beautiful singing voice, favouring grace and finesse over brute emotional force.


Marika Hackman’s debut album ‘We Slept At Last’ is due for release next Monday, the 16th of February, on Dirty Hit Records. Hackman will be touring the UK this spring with a newly formed live band; you can find a listing of live dates here.

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